The Big Question

February 5, 2017

Kinda stuck. The empty nest is quickly approaching my home. I feel as if there is a battle raging from within. I am proud of my children and I want to see them succeed in life. I am excited and scared for each of their journeys ahead. I don’t want them to be hurt, or afraid or to never come home again. I want them to be confident and soar, yet, I want to hold them just a little longer.

Their independence is rearing its head in full form and while I know they are simply testing their wings in preparation for flight, I find myself at times lonely and wondering…

What am I going to do now?

Recently, I stumbled upon a quote. Actually, I probably sought it out. I adore quotes and I’m always collecting them. Most of what I personally follow on Instagram and Twitter are quote related. I love to take beautiful photos and put a profound quote upon them. This particular quote packs a pretty big punch during this current season of my life.

“All of a sudden, the nest is empty. The birds have gone, and what had been a constant blur of activity is now nothing more than a few discarded feathers. Silence mutes all that was colorful and it is time to reestablish our significant place in an ever-changing world.” -Marci Seither, Empty Nest.

Here is another quote that is spot on:

“You want your kids to grow up, and you don’t want your kids to grow up. You want your kids to become independent of you, but it’s also a parent’s worst nightmare: that they won’t need you. It’s like the real tragedy of parenting.” – Jonathan Safran Foer

It is my hope, my prayer; that we have given our children a strong rooting. One, they from time to time might return to. It is also my hope and prayer that we have given them strong wings, ones that will carry them bravely through this ever-changing world. Yet, the big question still remains…

What am I going to do now?

I mentioned something of my wonderings to my son not long ago and he said to me, “What did you want to do before you became a Mom?” From the mouth of babes, correct? I’ve known the answer to that question before motherhood ever entered the scene.

I want to write. I have always wanted to write.

I have so many pieces of unfinished work, there must be a purpose for it…